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" Morning Fred, I'm okay thanks how are you?", Kuka stopped and said to him even though he inner voices clearly told her to avoid that loser.
" I'm okay thanks for asking! Wanna come by my place and check out this really awesome book my dad through out! He says it's garbage, but it has notes and documents about wars and stuff!", Fred blew what little interest she had left with over hype boredom.
" Alright I have to go, I'm kinda in a hurry, so later", Kuka said before walking away. The grocery store she was head to was on the other side of the Cracking park; this was an area that was given this name because of the breaking noises that according to the town folk were dew to the massive rocks underground withering from the heat.
Kuka never liked this area much, it always brought back bad memories...her journey was finally half way through and boy was she tired of the outdoors.
Her final job was to get the milk and leave, the only obstacle our girl faced now was Dragging You Dairy milk (her usual brand of milk) wasn't in stock.
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Kuka had no choice but to get the weird milk, she placed it on the counter and reached in her pocket to get the money, but like yesterday's leftovers in the fridge, it was gone.